This is an authors note. This is just your usual fanfic about Divergent - if Tris and Tobias knew each other before they transferred and all that jazz. Please tell me if I have too many spelling mistakes or there is anything you want to add anything in, please me sure to review. I must admit this chapter is pretty boring. Don't hate me for it! Love you always, cocodog4422.

Tris POV:

I stand in my room, sunlight filtering onto the light grey of my bed covers. My room is simple, nothing extravagant. That goes against all Abnegation laws. A dark oak bedside table stands clean and empty next to my single bed. The carpet is a dull stone grey. A matching dark oak wardrobe stands majestically against the wall, open. In it are two sets of grey dresses, unrevealing and plain. On the floor of the wardrobe are three sets of grey shorts and t-shirts and some boring brown sandals.

In my world, I live in Chicago, a city divided from the outside world by large stone walls. The city is split up into five factions. The one I was born into is Abnegation. It values selflessness. To show this, we wear grey baggy clothes and aren't allowed to have kids before we're members of the faction. This is a rule I've already violated. We nod our heads to everyone in the street and only eat plain food. We give our seats up on the bus to others and we aren't allowed to drink alcohol. Everyone calls us Stiffs. Our sign is of a hand reaching towards another hand, to show someone helping another.

Then there is Dauntless. They value bravery, hence the name. They wear mostly black. They cover themselves in tattoos and piercings. I'm not really sure how that shows bravery, but that's something they all do. They have many parties and are very reckless. To get to school, they jump off trains and on them to get back home. They lounge around school and are very loud. The Dauntless sign is of a bunch of flames, to signify bravery.

Next we have Candor. They value honesty. They enjoy having debates and are always saying what they think. They are very good at detecting when someone is lying. They wear black and white, because they see the truth as black and white. They drink and smoke quite a bit. They are nicknamed Candor smart mouths. Candor's sign is black and white and is of a person balancing scales to show that they follow law and order.

After that is Erudite. They value knowledge or wisdom. They spend most of their time studying and reading. They are very boring, though I reckon people would say the same about Abnegation. They mostly all wear glasses for some reason. I mean, they can't all have bad eyesight, can they? They wear blue, because they think it is calming and stimulates the brain. Of course they are nicknamed Know It Alls. Erudite's sign is an eye to signify their knowledge of the world.

The last faction is Amity. They value kindness or friendship. They mostly wear red or yellow and they don't really care about formal wear, as long as the clothing is bright. They eat bread with peace serum in it so that they never fight, though I think a little conflict could be good for you. They are called Banjo Strumming Softies. The Amity symbol is of a tree representing peace and happiness.

Today is the day of the aptitude tests which are where I take a test to see which faction I belong in. It doesn't really matter about my results because I get to choose what faction I want anyway tomorrow on the Choosing Day. I am slightly worried about the tests though. I know I am not selfless enough to be in Abnegation, my little daughter proves that, but none of the other factions seem to fit me either. I am woken out of my stupor by my little girl, crying in the room next door. I hear Caleb slam his door shut and I hurry out of my room and into the makeshift nursery. Grace, my 15 month old daughter, sits in her cot, hot tears rolling down her tiny face. She smiles a little when she sees me and reaches her hands towards me, waiting for me to lift her up.

Almost 2 years ago, I lost the love of my life, Tobias. At his Choosing Ceremony he chose Dauntless, as this is the faction we chose together. We decided this because of him. His life was horrible. His father Marcus Eaton, beat him ever since his mother died. Sometimes, he left him in a tiny cupboard that is upstairs. I always sat by his window each night, to make sure if he was injured, he got medical attention. This was his only escape. If he - we - had chosen Abnegation, he and now our little daughter would be beaten to shreds. I've seen the belt lashes on his back and I know what that monster is capable of.

Tobias still has no idea that he is a father. On the first Visiting Day two years ago, I didn't know I was pregnant with Grace. Last year, on Visiting Day, they only let in people who wanted to see that year's initiates. For most of the first nine months, I cried myself to sleep, I missed him so bad. When Grace was born, I realized I would see him soon - even if it was 15 months - and that she would be relying on me to take care of her.

Grace Valor Eaton was named after two of the five factions. Grace means grace, and I chose it for the faction we are both from, Abnegation. Valor means bravery and I chose it for the faction we are taking refuge in, Dauntless. I wanted to make her name special, but nothing too obvious so that's why her name is Grace and not Valor. I was thinking if I ever have another girl, I will name her after the other three factions. I did do some thinking about it and I found a name that means one of them, but it isn't a virtue in itself, like Valor or Kindness or Hope or anything like that. It is more like Grace. It is Sophie, which means wisdom. It is named after Erudite. Her middle name would have two names instead of one and I chose Verity which means truth, after Candor and Mercy, which means compassion, after Amity.

If I have a boy, it is harder to find virtue names, so I chose the name Ace, which means unity. I am naming him this because Tobias and I had this idea that maybe we don't need to be just one faction, but we could be more than one. He was always saying that he didn't want to just be brave, he wanted to be selfless and smart and honest and kind and more. It was harder finding a middle name for him that would signify anything but I was thinking about Freedom, because that is all Tobias and I want. So my two other names for my kids would be, Sophie Verity Mercy Eaton and Ace Freedom Eaton.

You may have noticed that their last names are all Eaton and not Prior. This is because I married Tobias before he left, I have the rings to prove it. They hang around my neck on a rope necklace, below the neckline of everything I wear. I finger it now and kiss it, whispering under my breath, "I'll see you soon, my love." I wonder if I'll have to wait the whole of initiation before I can see him and then I tell myself to be quiet and take care of Grace because she is starting to scream. I finally lift her up and her screams subside. She cuddles into me and sighs.

"Mama," she says, closing her puffy, red eyes.

"Morning, princess," I take her over to the small chair that sits in the left corner of the room.

I place her down and check to see if she'll start crying. She doesn't. She knows what's happening next.

"Time to get dressed!" I say, putting some enthusiasm into my voice because I know it's her favourite thing to do.

"Dwess! Dwess!" she squeals, bobbing up and down on her chair.

"Yes, honey, dress," I call back as I rummage through her tiny chest of drawers.

I pick out a baggy grey dress, it matches mine, and slip it over her head. She looks at herself in distaste. Grey never really was her colour. I pull her hair into a high pony and clip it with a plain grey hair tie. I walk over to the sliding panel and move it over to reveal the mirror. Grace saunters over as well and sits on my lap.

"Pwetty!" she says, looking at herself and then points at me. "Mama, pwetty."

"Thank you, princess," I return the compliment. "You look gorgeous."

I take out the scissors that are in a drawer under the mirror and call for my mother. She comes in, a dull cardigan over a grey skirt and blouse. I hand her the scissors and she cuts my hair, which was up to my lower back and is now up to my shoulder blades. I nod my thanks and slide the panel over the mirror. Grace looks upset about the mirror going away. She is much too vain to be Abnegation.

I check the time. It is quarter to eight in the morning. I have to be at school by eight thirty. The bus leaves in fifteen minutes. I leave Grace in the hands of my mum and do my neatly-cut hair. I put into the traditional Abnegation bun. I head back to the nursery to feed her, but my mother is already two steps ahead of me. Grace sits in the chair, sucking the nipple of the baby bottle. She downs the bottle and then holds it out to me. I laugh and take it downstairs.

I hear Caleb yell, "It's time to go, Beatrice!" and I kiss my daughter on the forehead and wave goodbye.

She begins to tear up like she always does and I let go of her soft hand. I rush to the front door and jump onto the bus, sitting down on an empty seat. During the bus ride, the bus begins to fill and people start to have to stand. My brother, selfless as ever, gives his seat up to a Candor man. This just shows how un-Abnegation-like I am. It never crossed my mind to give up my seat to the Candor man nor anybody else on the bus.

The bus eventually arrives at school and I hop off, thanking the bus driver as I go. The halls of school are available to every faction but even so, they are divided up. A large Erudite boy struts down the hallway like he owns the place and before I can move out of the way, he knocks me down.

"Watch where you're going, Stiff!" he sneers and his cronies laugh at the pathetic attempt of a joke.

A fire blazes inside me, and yet I don't say anything. I just duck my head and pick myself up. Erudite has been picking on Abnegation for a while now. They say we aren't as selfless as we seem. That we keep the resources to ourselves instead of giving them to the factionless. That we shouldn't be allowed to have a government that is run only by Abnegation representatives. The worse one I've seen is about Marcus. The thing about this rumour is that it is actually true. Somehow, it got out about Marcus beating Tobias and Evelyn, Tobias's mother. He denies it and the rest of the representatives back him up. He was 'devastated' when his son, 'the faction traitor', moved to Dauntless. I don't know about that.

I put my books into my locker and walked down the hall with Caleb. At the intersection, we turn to each other. He smiles at me.

"Remember, Beatrice, the aptitude tests don't affect what you choose," he says.

I nod and ask, "Are you nervous?"

He smiles again, rather grimly. "Are you?"

"Like you said, the aptitude tests don't affect what you choose," I say.

"Better get to class now. I'll see you later."

I realize then that he didn't answer my question. He wouldn't be nervous, would he? I don't see why he would. He is obviously going to get Abnegation. He is very selfless. My whole family is. I am an outsider in my family that is meant for Abnegation. And so is my daughter.

The first classes go by quickly and by the time we get to the third period, I am shaking and my palms are sweaty. We all file into the cafeteria, each faction settling at their set tables. Abnegation with Abnegation, Dauntless with Dauntless and so on. I sit between Caleb and a girl called Susan Black, our neighbour. Next to her is her brother, Robert. They are like Caleb and I, not twins but still both turning 16 this year. In my case Caleb is older than me, but Susan is older for them.

At the school we have ten rooms, specifically used for the aptitude tests and nothing else. For most of the year, they remain untouched. A Erudite representative calls out the way it is going to work. Each person goes into one of the rooms, along with a volunteer that takes your test. She goes over the rules and the volunteers go into the room to call out the person they are testing.

There are eight Abnegation volunteers, a Dauntless and a Candor for the two Abnegation students. Two for each faction go in at a time. Name after name is called, until I hear, "Caleb Prior!"

Caleb gives me a shaky smile and then walks out of the room. Around 10 minutes later, he comes back in, pale and extremely sweaty. I want to ask him what his results were, but that's against the rules of the aptitude tests. I am not allowed to ask him about his results and he isn't allowed to tell me. He sits down and says nothing, focusing on a crumb of a bread roll that sits on the table from recess.

Students continue getting called out and eventually my name gets called by a Dauntless woman.

"Beatrice Eaton?" she yells out.

Susan looks at me strangely, noticing my brother and I have different last names, but says nothing. I finger my rings and get up with Susan, who was called by the Candor volunteer. We walk together until we get to the rooms and then split, following our testers into the correct rooms.

The room's walls are covered in mirrors. It is weird, seeing myself staring back at me on every wall. In the middle of the room is a long stretcher looking chair, like when you go to the dentist. There is even a blinding light above. Next to the chair is a machine with a bunch of wires coming out. My palms become sweaty and I wipe them on my pants.

To distract myself, I look at my tester. She has long, dark hair with streaks of green and piercing, brown eyes. Her arms have three tattoos each and her ears are pierced with a long earring. She wears a black cropped vest and black shorts with a large belt wrapped around her waist.

"Hi, I'm Tori, and I'll be your tester," she says, paying more attention to the machine than to me. "Please take a seat."

I do as I'm told and Tori starts attaching wires to me and herself. I can't help myself and I ask:

"Why are we having wires attached to us?"

Tori chuckles. "Never thought I'd be having questions from an Abnegation. You are going through a simulation. These wires make sure I can see what you're seeing, to determine your results."

I just nod my head and take a shaky breath. She hands me a little glass that has some sort of liquid in it.
"What is this for?" I can't help asking, again.

"It stimulates the simulation. Now, drink," she commands.

I brace myself and take the liquid. It burns my throat as it goes down and I find myself becoming sleepy. I close my eyes and let myself succumb to sleep. What feels like hours later, I wake from my slumber and I am in the cafeteria, but it is deserted. On one of the long tables is a knife, long and sharp. On the other, is a hunk of cheese.

I hear a voice come out from nowhere. "Choose."

I look around for the source of the voice, but it is just emptiness that is around me. I don't really want to answer to someone I can't see the body of, so I say:

"Why?"

The voice comes back. It is low and female. "Choose."

I am becoming frustrated, so I shout out: "No!"

The cheese and the knife disappear and all is quiet. Suddenly, loud, booming barks ring out and I cover my ears. A large hairy dog is galloping towards me and my heart pounds. I have never liked dogs. Abnegations don't really have dogs because it is seen as self indulgence to keep something all to yourself. There is one thing I have learnt about dogs. They can sense fear.

I lower myself to the ground, as an act of submission, not looking into its eye - a sign of aggression. The galloping continues and I await for the teeth ripping into my skin and yet there is nothing. Just a drop of something wet on my arm and then a long, rasping thing strokes it. I look up. The dog is licking me. I laugh. It yaps at me happily and I stroke the dog.

I hear the words: "Puppy!"

A little girl is standing a few metres away, her arms outstretched. I try to warn her but the dog is already growling and running towards her. I get up and run towards her and the dog and throw myself on the angry creature. It immediately disappears and so does the girl. And suddenly, I am transported back into the mirrored room but Tori isn't there.

I look around and then let myself out of the room and into the cafeteria, except it isn't the cafeteria. It is a bus, full of people. A Candor man comes up to me, a wanted poster wrapped in his hand. He shoves in my face.

"Do you know this man?" he asks, aggressively.

The face of this man seems familiar, but I know I've never seen him before. I say nothing and this makes him angry.

"Do you know this man?!" he yells this time. "You could save me, if you do!"

I don't feel like answering to this man. I shake my head and this angers him more.

"You're lying!" He shrieks, waving the poster around. "I know it!"

This angers me. "I am not!"

"You are!" He yells and then turns around, crazily. "You could save me!"